Joel 1
1 Ọ̀rọ̀ Olúwa tí ó tọ Joẹli ọmọ Petueli wá.
A word of Jehovah that hath been unto Joel, son of Pethuel:
2 Ẹ gbọ́ èyí ẹ̀yin àgbàgbà; ẹ fi etí sílẹ̀ gbogbo ẹ̀yin ènìyàn ará ilẹ̀ náà. Ǹjẹ́ irú èyí ha wà ní ọjọ́ yín, tàbí ní ọjọ́ àwọn baba yín?
Hear this, ye aged ones, And give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land, Hath this been in your days? Or in the days of your fathers?
3 Ẹ sọ ọ́ fún àwọn ọmọ yín, ki àwọn ọmọ yín sọ fún àwọn ọmọ wọn, ki àwọn ọmọ wọn sọ fún àwọn ìran mìíràn.
Concerning it to your sons talk ye, And your sons to their sons, And their sons to another generation.
4 Èyí tí eṣú tí agénijẹ jẹ kù ní ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá ti jẹ, èyí tí ọ̀wọ́ eṣú ńlá ńlá jẹ kù ní eṣú kéékèèké jẹ, èyí tí eṣú kéékèèké jẹ kù ni eṣú apanirun mìíràn jẹ.
What is left of the palmer-worm, eaten hath the locust, And what is left of the locust, Eaten hath the cankerworm, And what is left of the cankerworm, Eaten hath the caterpillar.
5 Ẹ jí gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mùtí kí ẹ sì sọkún ẹ hu gbogbo ẹ̀yin ọ̀mu-wáìnì; ẹ hu nítorí wáìnì tuntun nítorí a gbà á kúrò lẹ́nu yín.
Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.
6 Nítorí orílẹ̀-èdè kan ti ṣígun sí ilẹ̀ mìíràn ó ní agbára púpọ̀, kò sì ní òǹkà; ó ní eyín kìnnìún ó sì ní èrìgì abo kìnnìún.
For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth [are] the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.
7 Ó ti pa àjàrà mi run, ó sì ti ya ẹ̀ka igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ mi kúrò, ó ti bò èèpo rẹ̀ jálẹ̀, ó sì sọ ọ́ nù; àwọn ẹ̀ka rẹ̀ ni a sì sọ di funfun.
It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
8 Ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún bí wúńdíá tí a fi aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀ dí ni àmùrè, nítorí ọkọ ìgbà èwe rẹ̀.
Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
9 A ké ọrẹ jíjẹ́ àti ọrẹ mímu kúrò ní ilé Olúwa. Àwọn àlùfáà ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, àwọn ìránṣẹ́ Olúwa.
Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.
10 Oko di ìgboro, ilẹ̀ ń ṣọ̀fọ̀, nítorí a fi ọkà ṣòfò: ọtí wáìnì tuntun gbẹ, òróró ń bùṣe.
Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.
11 Kí ojú kí ó tì yín, ẹ̀yin àgbẹ̀; ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin olùtọ́jú àjàrà, nítorí alikama àti nítorí ọkà barle; nítorí ìkórè oko ṣègbé.
Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.
12 Àjàrà gbẹ, igi ọ̀pọ̀tọ́ sì rọ̀ dànù; igi pomegiranate, igi ọ̀pẹ pẹ̀lú, àti igi apiili, gbogbo igi igbó ni o rọ. Nítorí náà ayọ̀ ọmọ ènìyàn gbẹ kúrò lọ́dọ̀ wọn.
The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.
13 Ẹ di ara yín ni àmùrè, sí pohùnréré ẹkún ẹ̀yin àlùfáà: ẹ pohùnréré ẹkún, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ pẹpẹ: ẹ wá, fi gbogbo òru dùbúlẹ̀ nínú aṣọ ọ̀fọ̀, ẹ̀yin ìránṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run mi, nítorí tí a dá ọrẹ-jíjẹ àti ọrẹ mímu dúró ní ilé Ọlọ́run yín.
Gird, and lament, ye priests, Howl, ye ministrants of the altar, Come in, lodge in sackcloth, ministrants of my God, For withheld from the house of your God hath been present and libation.
14 Ẹ yà àwẹ̀ kan sí mímọ́, ẹ pe àjọ kan tí o ní ìrònú, ẹ pe àwọn àgbàgbà, àti gbogbo àwọn ará ilẹ̀ náà jọ sí ilé Olúwa Ọlọ́run yín, kí ẹ sí ké pe Olúwa.
Sanctify a fast, proclaim a restraint, Gather the elders — all the inhabitants of the land, [Into] the house of Jehovah your God,
15 A! Fún ọjọ́ náà, nítorí ọjọ́ Olúwa kù sí dẹ̀dẹ̀, yóò de bí ìparun láti ọwọ́ Olódùmarè.
And cry unto Jehovah, 'Alas for the day! For near [is] a day of Jehovah, And as destruction from the mighty it cometh.
16 A kò ha ké oúnjẹ kúrò níwájú ojú wá yìí, ayọ̀ àti inú dídùn kúrò nínú ilé Ọlọ́run wá?
Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
17 Irúgbìn bàjẹ́ nínú ebè wọn, a sọ àká di ahoro, a wó àká palẹ̀; nítorí tí a mú ọkà rọ.
Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
18 Àwọn ẹranko tí ń kérora tó! Àwọn agbo ẹran dààmú, nítorí tí wọ́n kò ni pápá oko; nítòótọ́, àwọn agbo àgùntàn jìyà.
How have cattle sighed! Perplexed have been droves of oxen, For there is no pasture for them, Also droves of sheep have been desolated.
19 Olúwa, sí ọ ni èmi o ké pè, nítorí iná tí run pápá oko tútù aginjù, ọwọ́ iná sí ti jó gbogbo igi igbó.
Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I do call, For fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness, And a flame hath set on fire all trees of the field.
20 Àwọn ẹranko igbó gbé ojú sókè sí ọ pẹ̀lú, nítorí tí àwọn ìṣàn omi gbẹ, iná sí ti jó àwọn pápá oko aginjù run.
Also the cattle of the field long for Thee, For dried up have been streams of water, And fire hath consumed comely places of a wilderness!'
